Waiting in the woods, our perfect victims await us Not knowing and relaxed, their blood will run cold with the bud seed With pruning shears drawn, we stalk without emotion To see the fear in their eyes, and yet to know not of their true worth
Chop up the hippies, boil the blood and leave no parts behind Offer the flesh unto our master, on the altar the plant demands a sacrifice
Sacrifice, of blood and gore, to fertilize the seed inside With candles lit in little time the vine begins to grow
Above the blood-soaked weaklings, its arms are spread apart Leaves all unfolding, proud and mighty plant Our avatar grows skyward, upward and out through the ceiling Grabs onto the power lines, it shows its face
It kills for weed to smoke, bud blood-soaked, it leaves no stoners stoked To make it strong, most weedy one, devouring grass, the plant demands a sacrifice Without thought, heads left to rot, bud-monster red-eyed beast Enjoys the gore, always craving more, minion of Satan, the demon is left to feed To make it strong, most weedy one, devouring grass, the plant demands a sacrifice Without thought, heads left to rot, bud-monster red-eyed beast Enjoys the gore, always craving more, minion of Satan, the demon we have freed Massive growthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
